Sun Mote Copse choke all my love away

Just as the rain turned from an annoying mist to a true downpour, the dark stranger called out to her in a friendly question. Feyre tucked further underneath her own tree, mirroring the other wolf's movements. The fae was positive that the other wolf was confused. Perhaps he had not seen another in a long time, or perhaps it was the fog playing with his eyes. "Hello," Her response was mellow, friendly, "Attempting to find food during the hardest weather you could possibly do it in?" Her amber optics glinted with slight humor, but there was nothing humorous about the fact that the rain had vanquished all of the tracks.